“S”he was a woman I would now recognize as a likely sufferer from varicose veins, hemorrhoids, a dropped womb, cysted ovaries, inflammations, discharges, lumps and stones in various places, one of those heavy, cautiously moving, wrecked survivors of the female life, with stories to tell.
“the body marked, imprinted by desire enter[s] narrative”
Alice Munro: Writing for Dear Life, Corinne Bigot,
Commonwealth Essays and Studies, Vol. 37, N°2, Spring 2015
